| to lie. Enfilmung infirmity. On the because alleging to having a | 1 |
| finger a fudding in pudding and pie. And here's the witnesses. | 2 |
| Glue on to him, Greevy! Bottom anker, Noordeece! And kick | 3 |
| kick killykick for the house that juke built! Wait till they send | 4 |
| you to sleep, scowpow! By jurors' cruces! Then old Hunphy- | 5 |
| dunphyville'll be blasted to bumboards by the youthful herald | 6 |
| who would once you were. He'd be our chosen one in the matter | 7 |
| of Brittas more than anarthur. But we'll wake and see. The wholes | 8 |
| poors riches of ours hundreds of manhoods and womhoods. Two | 9 |
| cents, two mills and two myrds. And it's all us rangers you'll be | 10 |
| facing in the box before the twelfth correctional. Like one man, | 11 |
| gell. Between all the Misses Mountsackvilles in their halfmoon | 12 |
| haemicycles, gasping to giddies to dye for the shame. Just hold | 13 |
| hard till the one we leapt out gets her yearing! Hired in cameras, | 14 |
| extra! With His Honour Surpacker on the binge. So yelp your | 15 |
| guilt and kitz the buck. You'll have loss of fame from Wimme- | 16 |
| game's fake. Forwards! One bully son growing the goff and his | 17 |
| twinger read out by the Nazi Priers. You fought as how they'd | 18 |
| never woxen up, did you, crucket? It will wecker your earse, that | 19 |
| it will! When hives the court to exchequer 'tis the child which | 20 |
| gives the sire away. Good for you, Richmond Rover! Scrum | 21 |
| around, our side! Let him have another between the spindlers! A | 22 |
| grand game! Dalymount's decisive. Don Gouverneur Buckley's | 23 |
| in the Tara Tribune, sporting the insides of a Rhutian Jhanaral | 24 |
| and little Mrs Ex-Skaerer-Sissers is bribing the halfpricers to pray | 25 |
| for her widower in his gravest embazzlement. You on her, hosy | 26 |
| jigses, that'll be some nonstop marrimont! You in your stolen | 27 |
| mace and anvil, Magnes, and her burrowed in Berkness cirrchus | 28 |
| clouthses. Fummuccumul with a graneen aveiled. Playing down | 29 |
| the slavey touch. Much as she was when the.fancy cutter out col- | 30 |
| lecting milestones espied her aseesaw on a fern. So nimb, he said, | 31 |
| a dat of dew. Between Furr-y-Benn and Ferr-y-Bree. In this tear | 32 |
| Vikloe vich he lofed. The smiling ever. If you pulls me over pay | 33 |
| me, prhyse! A talor would adapt his caulking trudgers on to any | 34 |
| shape at see. Address deceitfold of wovens weard. The wonder | 35 |
| of the women of the world together, moya! And the lovablest | 36 |